Chapters tagged gang bang

by Zeebop

Chapter 21

The ship lurched. "Lizzie Long" held onto her tricorn hat with one hand, and reached beneath her skirt to scratch her pussy with the other. They had shaved and powdered it because of an outbreak of crabs on set, but for reasons of historical verisimilitude she had to wear a merki...

by Zeebop

Chapter 11

In Lois Lane's experience, sexual encounters were measured in minutes. Even during her most profligate days as a liberated young woman at university, she rarely managed to coax more than two or three ejaculations out of her male partners during any session. As a grown woman, she...

by Zeebop

Chapter 12

Her pussy hurt. Even regular sex could leave a woman's pussy sore. Lubrication was key; the folds of the cunny were sensitive, and could tear with excess and friction. Big dicks could stretch muscles, or hit deep enough to leave to pain, bruising. Most of the time, Lois wa...

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Chapter 17

_You can do this, Lane_, she told herself. _It's just sex. Save the power. You don't know how to recharge this thing. Just lie back and think about OH SHIT._ The first customer slapped the whore's ass. That was the extant of the foreplay as he shoved his cock inside of her, the...

by Zeebop

Chapter 14

Jenny Dunlap was a moaner. Perched atop her titanic tits, she wobbled back and forth, accompanied by a constant stream of "Oh...oh...oh!" and "Harder! Oh you're so big! Fucking stretch out my little pussy! Pump that jizz into me! Pump it into my tits!" But mostly it was wordless...

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Chapter 15

Lois Lane felt an opening...the faux-Vixen was dazed, her eyes clouded with lust...and turned tail, not bothering to retrieve her pants. Just aimed herself at the door and blew through it, into a carpeted hallway, as weirdly neutral as a hotel. The reporter turned left by instinc...

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Chapter 14

The figure that bore the pitcher of beer turned...and Lois Lane saw the dark horns that rose up out of the cowl of that robe. The naked body beneath was red as fresh blood on parchment. Pure white eyes, without pupil or iris, burned with their own internal light from beneath the...

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Chapter 18

Time was a slippery thing, Lois Lane realized. She wandered through the days and the memories flowed into one another like a dream, coming into super-focus in the moment and then receding away, so that yesterday might be a thousand years ago—it was always the now, always and fore...